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Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 17:22:00

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complete, day four, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Day 4
::Who:: Olive and Ned
::What:: Meeting in Olive's Dream
::When:: After the Ball
::Where:: In front of Olive's room and then...
::Rating:: PG, if that?
::Status:: Complete

At this very moment, Olive Snook was walking down the hall in the F Dorm after having been escorted there by some very strange, rather nasty looking little creatures. She continuously gave them strange looks and clutched her skirts, sweeping them out of the way just in case one of them got a little too close. Thankfully, they'd left her once they arrived in the dorm. Clutching the journal to her bosom and the key in her fist she stomped down the hall. She was a little bothered that this dream had gone on for so long. And she was pouting.

She was sure that she'd seen Ned with Chuck out on the balcony when Digby had run through the doors. But she hadn't had time to go check, either. Besides, who would want to break up their little romance party? Not her! She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. Pigby snorted and trotted to keep up with her. Finally she arrived at the door with the same number as that on her key. She double checked and then stuck the key in the lock. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn't move. She pulled it out and again checked the number. 126 on the door and 126 on the key. It was the right room, sure enough.

She set her jaw, breathing heavily out of her nose before jamming the key into the lock once more. She turned with all her might and then put the journal down and tried with both hands. Nothing. Frustrated she took a step back and kicked the door. Still nothing. In a bit of a rage she yelled at it. "Stupid door! Open or I'll turn you into firewood! See if I don't!" When it still did nothing, she beat her fists against it in a futile effort to get it to budge. She tried wiggling the key again and it still did nothing. Harumphing, she leaned her back against it and crossed her arms over her chest. Her foot caught the journal and slid out from under her, landing her on her tush.

Frustrated, confused, angry and close to tears she dropped her head onto her arms and tried to get a grip. And that's when she noticed that footsteps had come close to her and then stopped.

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bakersman
2009-04-19 07:12 pm UTC (link)

"She's a pig, pigs eat anything," Ned reminded her, though he laughed slightly. It definitely felt weird, bonding with Olive over the eating habits of a pig. Not just pigs in general, but a real, honest pig in their kitchen. Well, not theirs. The kitchen in some strange dreamland inhabited by goblins and magic-doing princesses and an overabundance of glitter. "Chocolate's probably not good for either of them, you know. Make them hyper if not sick, and I doubt there's a vet around here." Though explaining to a vet how his dog was actually in his twenties would be less than pleasant. Though maybe a magic vet in this magic sort of country would be more understanding about that sort of thing.

Squatting, he looked Digby over. The dog had eaten the ice cream and only half of the pie. "Good boy," he told the retriever with a pleased smile. "It's like you know, sometimes." Ned actually often wondered if it was possible his dog did know more than the average human. He instinctively knew not to touch Ned, he often went to Olive and Chuck for hugs and cuddles when they couldn't cuddle Ned himself... Maybe being on the Earth longer than most dogs did make a difference.

But that was foolish, wasn't it? Then again, a man who could touch dead people and bring them back to life would be foolish as well, to most.

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